No Kippage

I haven't had a proper nights kippage since I landed in SE Asia. It is now 5 am and I have been lying here for two hours staring into space. The air con is louder than a furnace and if I switch it off it gets hotter than a furnace so I'm alternating between the two. Still, paying that extra 4 quid a night to get clean sheets and towels was well worth it, I left the last place feeling a bit itchy and scratchy and in need of a good de-lousing.

Guess what peeps? I met a bone fide normal person to hang out with for a couple of days. Yippee! She is an Ozzie called Ella and we had dinner and a few too many beeros last night. She's as potty mouthed as yours truly and we spent the night swapping life stories and taking the piss out of the yankee doodle rednecks at the next table who were paying for their Cambodian dates by the hour. Incidently, that reminds me of Bangkok. When I'm back there should I go to a sex show???? I'm really not in the slightest bit interested but thought it could make good bloggington material. Your thoughts please dear readers. Did I tell you that Bangkok Mike's mate Lee (I will call him Bangkok Lee) calls ladyboys Daves? I don't know why but that really tickled me.

Tomorrow Ella and I are going to The Killing Fields so expect a sombre and emotionally charged bloggington from Adi lady... I remember seeing the liberation of Phnom Penh on TV in 1979, I was eight years old.

So, my alarm goes off in a few hours and I'm gonna try that thing you call sleep again. Tomorrow the Bilbo Baggins under my eyes will be carrying laden trunks of their own. Thank fook for shades, I bloody need 'em. Wish me luck in the Zzzzz department, Adi lady over and out xxx